Exeter turns screw on bins
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With another substantial job lot of Exeter citizenry set to be relegated to fortnightly rubbish collections in September, bin rage is in the air.
It’s easy to imagine that strange lady, Mary Bale, snapping when spotting a cat near a wheelie bin. The juxtaposition must have been too much to bear. With a deft arm movement she swept up the poor moggie and stuffed it into the green receptacle.
“There, you bozos,” she might have thought, “I’ve recycled a cat! Satisfied?”
While internet denizens went wild with pussy rage, the rest of us should muse on the consequences of so many bins littering our urban environments.
It was only a month ago we learnt that human bodies had been found in wheelies, many of them alive until emptied into crushers on the dustcarts. Is this the back door to Belsen?
There’s something awfully proto-fascist about the way we deal with junk these days. Not surprising, perhaps, that the impulse for all this very un-British activity derives from the threat of massive European fines unless we play catchup with the excessively fastidious Germans.
Apparently, our Councillors and officials have little choice in the matter because of “gold-plated” laws passed by the previous lot.
This is clearly a job for Eric Pickles, the Englishman’s champion. Time for Pickles rage, I think.